Coogi Shorts For The Summer

(albüm: Never Forgotten - 2020)

(K SWISHA)
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh

Coogi shorts for the Summer
In Japan, no shirt in the Hummer
TV down, playing Dumber and Dumber
I moved on, she stuck on, ooh what a damn bummer
Teriyaki sauce at Ru San, getting her number
K SWISHA on the drums, man, banging like thunder
He was in a rare Porsche, sipping on a cucumber
Reckless with a Private Club necklace
Told her if it drop it gotta be my best shit
'Cause my son's life is precious
Why you wanna argue on Drew? He'll excel
Remember when my pops bought my mom the new Lexus
Take that shit up, before the whole damn team
You know how I'm finna win for the whole damn team
Coming out, fucking swinging, on the whole damn scene
Got that shit on my back
I need the whole damn whack, I need the whole damn pack
I need the whole damn whack, I need the whole damn pack (Skrr)

Going through customs, saying that they love him (Ooh)
Taking out my Louis, 'cause they wanna touch 'em (Skrr)
I've been on my feet, girl, yeah she wanna rub 'em
I know bitches in the Bay but I had to dub 'em (Yeah)
Yeah, we smoking cookies, knowing that I love 'em (Skrr-skrr)
Retweet your shit, yeah Halloween I plug 'em (Hey)
Going through customs, saying that I love 'em (Ooh)
Taking out my Louis, 'cause they wanna touch 'em (Ooh yeah, yeah)

When niggas ask me, "Was it worth it?" (Worth it)
It ain't nothing like walking in your purpose (Oh I, oh I)
Yeah my nigga
When it all comes to the surface (Surface)
I count my blessings like it's Sunday service (Oh I, oh I)
Yeah my nigga
For them times it was difficult
It's so killing that this feeling's reciprocal
(Oh I, oh I)
Yeah my nigga
Sometimes it got me tripping, yo
'Cause the good outweigh the bad, always God you looking

Going through customs, saying that they love him (Ooh)
Taking out my Louis, 'cause they wanna touch 'em (Skrr)
I've been on my feet, girl, yeah she wanna rub 'em
I know bitches in the Bay but I had to dub 'em (Yeah)
Yeah, we smoking cookies, knowing that I love 'em (Skrr-skrr)
Retweet your shit, yeah Halloween I plug 'em (Hey)
Going through customs, saying that they love him (Ooh)
Taking out my Louis, 'cause they wanna touch 'em (Ooh, gang)

Skrr-skrr
Skrr-skrr